Andrea had her hands in that gorgeous red hair, pulling her lover hard against her pussy. Watching them made me very hard. I just let my cock move wi...h my heartbeat. Lydia soon noticed and pulled away from my sister. She looked up at me and smiled with cum all over her mouth. She reached over and put her hand on my shaft then went back to lapping my sister's cunt. She seemed to be thinking about something, looking back and forth from my face to Andrea's. She disengaged from both of us,. When she looked into the mirror, she could hardly imagine how she had ever gotten so old. However, even on her more depressed days she could see that there was still plenty left to remind the onlooker of what a ravishing beauty she had once been. There were still guys who just had to stop and stare at her, not to mention the ones who got so caught up in watching her that they walked headlong into walls."Now, Ruthie, you quit bothering your sister and let her get ready for her date." Yes,. The combinationessentially defined control. She did not take my hand, but the leashtightened as she took her leave from the house. Yes, I followed and asyou can imagine, my steps were at first anything but sure. The heels Iwore, added several inches to my height, but the tightness combined withthe small heel made each step a challenge. It seemed I walked on mytoes, it changed my gate, each step smaller, and made with uncommonconcentration. The largest change, however, was the sound, the heels. She drove us to the mall in her car. We went into one of the departmentstores and headed straight for the women's department. She flippedthrough rack after rack of shirts (blouses) and wound up selecting four.They were all of the same style; kind of a shiny fabric with longsleeves. The buttons were pearl. There were four buttons on eachsleeve and about eight on the front. The colors she selected were pink,a pale blue, white, and yellow. At work I usually wear either white orblue dress.